My birthday came nine days after we lost our little babies. Didn't feel
like celebrating much. Logan did take me to dinner--sushi, which was
really good, and a movie afterward. It was the first I had been out in
many days.
All in all, it was a good day despite living through most difficult day
of my entire life just nine days earlier. That's not very long in
grieving time.
The good news--After a lot of pondering, I realized that the best gift I
received was the fact that I get to share my birthday month with two of
the most precious lives I will ever know.
Nothing was more meaningful to me.
My birthday fell on Friday. The night before, I got a message from the
hospital telling me that they had in their possession incredible models
of our babies little, tiny feet that they wanted us to have.
Best gift ever.
